The Death Knell

"I don't know, and I don't want to think about these things." Aphra covered her face and started her small motorcycle. She sighed in the dust blown up: "It's enough to worry about making a living every day. If you have to worry about it every day, It would drive me crazy to think about what my creditors think."

Seeing the two robots clumsily climbing onto their master's motorcycle, Su Ming hugged Harley, who was twisting in his arms, and asked, "But Black Warrior is not an ordinary creditor. How did you offend him?"

Two motorcycles floated on the street and moved forward slowly, aiming for a bar that provided catering and accommodation. Now that the sky had darkened, the street was still very lively.

Of course, there were a lot of malicious eyes scanning the group of people, as if they were trying to judge whether they were worth killing.

The archaeological findings this time were some metals and masks, plus star cores that could not be taken away from the planet itself. Everything that could be brought out was now in Su Ming's pocket, so they didn't seem to have gained much.

Those glances disappeared quickly.

"He is crazy, or has always been crazy. He originally asked me to find a legendary place within ten days, otherwise I will die in an ugly way."

As Aphra spoke, she stretched her neck and swallowed, as if she recalled the feeling of 'Force Throat Locking':

"I am a pragmatic archaeologist, not a space traveler, and I cannot conjure a planet out of thin air for him. So I prepared to escape, but he found out, stabbed me with a sword and threw me in the scrap pile. Fortunately, I Great destiny."

There are a little dim lights on the streets, and it looks a bit like a small town in the American West. Warm light shines through the doorways of every store.

"So you still take the money and abscond? But it doesn't matter." Deathstroke narrowed his eyes and turned the motorcycle slowly: "What exactly did he ask you to find?"

"A place called Aldo Asperto, a place that only exists in legends and stories." Aphra had no need to hide anything, so she spoke it out openly, smiling as she spoke: "No. Who knows who made up such a nonsense story, saying that a long time ago, Sith and Jedi lived together as a family! No, I can't help it when I say this, how is this possible?!"

Darkness and light are opposites, and having them coexist in harmony sounds outrageous anyway.

Just imagining Emperor Palpatine and Master Yoda embracing each other warmly and being as close as a family, made Aphra feel hairy all over her body, she shivered, and she couldn't even drive her motorcycle.

I don’t know why some people would believe such a story, even my irresponsible father believed it.

Aphra herself has heard more than thirty versions of Aldo's story alone, and each one is different.

Some say it is a Death Star Fortress version of the Super Fortress, some say it is actually a comet flying around the edge of the galaxy in a jump form, and even more outrageous claims that it does not exist in the real dimension, but The highest palace that exists in the Force is where the gods live.

Each story evolved to a philosophical and theological level in the end, so Aphra didn't believe in these things at all.

At this point, Aphra, who had parked her motorcycle in front of the bar, suddenly seemed to sense something and turned to look at the dark alley not far away, but she only saw a hint of brown robe hem.

She frowned, but didn't say anything more. She just nodded to the death knell and walked into the bar first.

Bars in the interstellar era are filled with all kinds of alien cultures. Even the music seems strange to humans. The fat toad people are smoking the hookah that their race likes. In front of almost everyone The drinks were all different in color. At least to Su Ming, they all looked like thick radioactive wastewater.

"I seem to be being targeted by a Jedi. I don't know who it is yet." Aphra found a small booth and sat down. With her head buried, Aphra used San0's black body to block herself and whispered: "They are so Years ago, they still liked to wear brown robes, almost like identification, but now they prefer to operate at night."

Except for the Archaeological Association, which is still neutral, she is now in a situation where everyone in the world is the enemy, and there are not many people who want to deal with her.

"It's normal to be targeted. You once worked for Darth Vader, and his 501st Legion massacred the Jedi Temple. This is so hateful." Su Ming smiled and took out his own drink. Put it on the table: "But you don't need to be so afraid. You are absolutely safe with me. We will leave Fulanluo in a while to find the Bezen symbiote."

In fact, Aphra behaves more like a mercenary, but she is not very good at maintaining interpersonal relationships. She likes to take advantage of small things and likes to deceive people. The habit is deeply rooted in her soul.

Darth Vader gave her money, gave her authority within the Imperial Army, and also used force and coercion, just to get her to help find something. This was originally a business.

But many people who have a deep hatred for Darth Vader don't think so.

‘My whole family was killed by Darth Vader, so if you did something for Darth Vader, you are my enemy. ’

Isn’t it normal to have such thoughts? The friend of the enemy is the enemy, even if the friend is not a willing friend.

The archaeologist sighed, and she took off her little hat and scratched her hair: "Do they think I volunteered to help the Black Warrior? He came to me, what can I do? I can't beat him, I'm still young , but I haven’t lived enough.”

Aphra recalled the past. The first time she saw Darth Vader, she had a lightsaber held on her neck. She could clearly remember the smell of the burned hairs.

"This is the so-called 'people are in the world and can't help themselves'. Sometimes because of a little thing, you will get involved in a huge whirlpool." Su Ming lowered his head to look at the menu. Although it was in English, the food on it was I don’t know almost any of them. What kind of dish is grilled crackling beast?

"Mr. Deathstroke, I don't understand what you are talking about at all. Does it sound like some kind of language on Ursha?" San0 raised his hand to ask. As a peaceful killing etiquette robot, he could not allow himself to have any Incomprehensible foreign language.

"Don't worry about that, as long as you know what I mean, personal thoughts are sometimes very insignificant in the face of the general trend." Su Ming waved his hand, not intending to teach the robot Chinese: "Oh, Wookiee came back."

As he was talking, the big man came in from the door of the tavern. He first looked around, and then walked straight towards the booth where a few people were sitting.

When he reached the table, he was not polite. He pushed San Ling away and sat down.

After all, he is Aphra's creditor, and his status in the small team is different.

"Ouch, oooh, oooh."

He said a lot of words that were incomprehensible, but the barbecue in Aphra's hand stopped at her mouth, and she frowned:

"Are you sure? Your friends say there are clues to Aldo Asperto?"

"Ouch!"

Hegel Santan patted his chest. He believed that his old friend would not lie to him. It was just that Aphra's father mentioned that place first, and then his old friend mentioned it again. Wasn't it a bit too coincidental?